Gale Force
The rush and the roar of the wind as it tore
Through the trees that groan as they bend to the strain
The tree tops that lash as they thrash in the wind
The branches that creak as they shriek with the pain
The cloud shadows race as they chase over hills
That mirror the clouds as they stream through the sky
Scudding and sweeping across the terrain
Ripping across as their shadows tear by
Rooks tumble in gusts like shreds of black rag
As they ride on the wings of the storm
Like witch on a broomstick a black hatted hag
And tossed in the air these fragments are torn
The washing that flaps as it snaps on the line
Cracking and whipping in billowing flails
The umbrella that fights as it strains into flight
Like living creatures inflating their sails
The vortex of leaves that swirls as it whirls
That spins as it spirals up into the gale
The rubbish that lifts into swift rising drifts
Leaving its litter behind in a trail
The sound and the fury that tell their own story
Of tumult above and chaos beneath
Diminishing us with its power and its glory
The noise that crescendos sweeping the earth
